RDP Monday: TOUGH
You don’t like the color of my skin?
My story, my hair, think I’m brain dead
just some mongrel a nobody from the suburbs
with a funny name?
You think I’m a sheeple
a bitch at the end of the Democrat’s leash?
That’s what you said to me
on a message board
clouded by the noise of the internet
you thought you were talking to a stranger.
But guess what genius.
We sit next to each other on the train.
I saw what you typed on your phone.
I KNOW you.
Yee Haw champ.